Sara
Does he say what kind of a job?
Yudelson
No, no.... “I send my love to you and to papa.” [To Sara.] He sends his love to you and papa.... [To himself.] “And the minute I arrive in the city,—” [To Sara.] And the minute he comes to the city, he says—[Looking at letter.] And the minute he comes to the city, he says—he says—“I will see you.” [To Sara.] He will see you! [To himself.] “From your son, who wishes you the best of everything, Jakie.” [To Sara.] From your son what wishes you what you wish yourself, Jakie! See, I knew it was good news. Wasn’t you foolish not to open it?
[There is a knock on door. Sara hides letter in her bosom, crosses to settee and sits. Yudelson goes to door.]
Yudelson
Come in.
Clarence
[Enters. He is a youth of about 21 and is impressively clad in a tight fitting, double-breasted blue coat, a pair of voluminous linen knickers, gaudy golf socks and loud sport shoes. He, as well as Yudelson, keeps his hat on, as is customary in orthodox households]. Hello, Mr. Yudelson!
Yudelson